I found Louisa today, alone and oh, so content with her (contraband) make-shift binky.
She is still mourning the loss of her good friends (especially butterfly, ladybug and teddy bear binky). Yes, each binky had a name. And yes, we are learning that each must be mourned with full days filled with crying.
Any excuse to travel to RiteAid or KMart is celebrated by Lulu, because along with the adventure comes the potential to sneak in a two-pack... of binkies, of course.